Page 69 of Dark Soul

“Who is this man?”

“I don’t know,” she said, not looking at it. She pulled at her bound wrists, but there was no give.

“Please look at it,” Griffin said. His voice was still calm, but there was something sharp in it that made her look up at him, and at the picture.

“I don’t know,” she repeated.

“You do know.” And his beautiful green eyes seemed suddenly full of darkness. “Tell me.”

“Where are we?”

Silence met her question.

Alexia whimpered. “I was hiding behind the screen. I only saw his face for an instant.”

Griffin’s face lit up into a wolfish smile.

“You were hiding. Yes. Tell me about that.”

She didn’t like his smile. “Where’s Luke? I want to see Luke.”

“You think Dark will help you?”

“I don’t think he’ll let you hurt me,” she cried.

Griffin blinked.

Then the door burst open.

“Get the fuck away from her,” Dark roared, striding into the room.

He’s here.

He came for me.

Alexia tugged at the ropes binding her wrists together. “Please. Please help me,” she cried.

Then Griffin blocked her sight of Dark.

“You need to wait outside, Dark.” Though Dark had a couple of inches on him, the man seemed completely at ease. “This is what I do.”

Three more men walked through the door.

Alexia looked at the five of them together.

They’re not friends.

How could you have been so stupid?

She remembered the scars on Dark’s naked body. His quiet intensity. The muscles on his body.

“Who are you?” she asked.

She’d been so stupid. To believe the story that they were television writers. To believe that a man like him could be interested in her.

It’d all been a lie. Everything between them—a lie.

That last thought was the one that really hurt.